Gave Aurelia some love this time, even though we haven’t seen her yet and won’t be seeing her for a while . . . But she secretly feels left out of the main three. Even though she’d impale a kitten before she’d admit it aloud.

Foo weee, ‘nother sketch! And this time, done ALMOST entirely at work! :D

. . . Can you tell I had a bit of extra time? What can I say? Cats aren’t out there having babies in the dead of winter, animal shelter not so busy the noo.

I might make this into a full colour piece . . . It’s a decentish character study if nothing else, I daresay. And I love this song . . . And if you have not heard of it, you are a sad sack of shite you might like to give it a listen. ”Help! I’m Alive” by Metric.

. . . It doesn’t hurt that I’ve had some utterly MARVELOUS musical muses at work. When I am assigned to this one building on the property, I have the whole place to myself and thus the whole radio to myself. The local classical station comes in crystal clear, he he he. Today, The Scottish Symphony was playing my man, Mendelssohn’s tribute to his travels in Scotland! And before that, a Chopin performed by Brian Ganz . . . As I was telling K., ‘commence classicalgasm in 3 . . . 2 . . . ‘

So, I was thinking . . . I don’t draw nearly fast enough for my liking . . . It might prove beneficial if I do a daily sort of thing. Like, a sketch. A daily sketch. A sketch a day. Yer . . . And to pressure myself into finishing it faster, I’ll start drawing it at work and finish drawing it at work (the pencil lines, anyhoo).

Well, I’m off to an ACE START . . . I didn’t HALF finish this at work, but . . . hoy, that’s the point that I’m trying to dig at, eh?